[dnd] [p] nine night of matter
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8D /assuming so many things


All was finally at a stand-still. From the downstairs flooding and the horses getting too close for comfort, and worse of all finding that their stores were running short, it had seemed that all hope was lost. Somehow, though, the pack had fortified the leaks, kept the beasts from tearing at each other, and they had Lorezno coming back with at least some scraps they could get by from. Certainly this was all on her mind, but on top of the misfortune was a cherry with a bitter pit that occupied her waking and sleeping thoughts.

Ever since her visit with Neela and her pups, she had been ever more aware of what she did, paying attention to her actions more often that she would have. For once, she was limiting herself. She didn't try to push herself too hard. While the reason for this was undeniably understandable, she could not help but feel it was just at the wrong time. There was no stopping it, though; she could not change what was done, or more accurate, what was going on.

She knew she could not keep the news to herself for long, and Jazper needed to be told sooner rather than later, not knowing when there would be a suitable time; again, their situation was testing her. She should have been happy, not filled with doubt and uncertainty. But, never the less, she steeled herself and went to look for her mate. She weaved through various pack mates, giving them a silent nod, following the freshest scent trail of the sun king. It led to a once unoccupied room, but now it, among with many others, were serving as temporary shelters. "Jazper?" she called out, unsure if he was really in there or if he had left recently.

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Four nights. It had been four long nights since the hurricane had started blasting outside and tensions were running very high in the now cramped lower level of the Fort. Between the flooding, the constant raging noise and crashes outside, Neela and Tony’s overly protective nature of the pups, Hadley and Amatha’s rescue and food running short the Sole was beginning to feel the all too familiar bubbling of his blood as his patience slowly ran thin. He had retrieved to the small room that Aly and him had claimed for the little solitude it granted him. Laying on the bed he could easily hear the grumbling of members and the quiet cries of his grandchildren.

The Sun King was a sensitive soul that had learned to keep himself put together over years of experience but all he wanted was what was best for his pack, for his children, his grandchildren, his mate and his friends. He was suppose to be a protector yet here he was useless and at the mercy of a bloody storm. He wondered how the artisans were doing, how was Skye coping with the two little pups and an entire pack to protect by herself? He would have to make the time to travel with a group to check on them once the storm cleared. The Sole wanted to be there for his pack but he was torn, how could he protect everyone? How could he be an ideal leader and friend for everyone? It was simply impossible.

A knock and soft voice from the door calmed his raging mind for all but a moment as he called back gently, “Come in love.” As gracefully as the large man could he sat up and put his feet on the floor, his golden eyes looking softly at the door as it was opened. Although the thoughts still turned in his head he dare not worry his mate with his thoughts, she was already learning how to be an alphess as it was and he was sure she didn’t need any more pressure.




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no beating around the bush!


Soon, her call was answered, and she took not hesitation as she opened the door and closed it quietly behind her. Alyssum knew that he was in here thinking about the recent happenings, but all of that were currently in the back of her mind. Being in his prescene reminded her almost instantly the weight of her news, but she did not think about reconsidering to tell him later. They may not be another chance when they were alone, when things were relatively peaceful, at least at that moment.

​She slipped onto the bed with her king and pressed close to him, her hand finding one of his. That was her support, feeling the strong hand that her smaller one grip, and she did not allow herself to drag it on. "Jazper, I have to tell you somethin'," she started, looking deep into his gaze, to gauge his reaction about what she was going to tell him.

​"It's good news, but..." The hurricane tarnished the good tidings. Anything good seemed to be darkened by the storm, and it was hard for it to be worded happily when chaos still rained upon them. But, she gripped his hand tighter, for her own benefit, as she slipped out the news, quiet and spoken with a murmur. "I'm pregnant, Jazper." They had been trying, and she had not thought about it ever since the storm came, but since her visit with Neela, the signs were there. There was even the slightilest of a bulge on her abdomen, previously covered and hidden even to her by clothing. But, the both of them were now aware of it, and she could only watch and see what her mate would say.

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